Our little Secret(s): Chapter 2

Yay, chapter 2...

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Under the moonlight of a night so serene,

A lady prays before Her statue so pristine,

While another was on standby admiring her,

With a gaze befitting that of a lover.

The night soon came to pass,

And dawn raised anew alas,

This warranted the Sisters a new task.

Then retreated Sister Vivian hastily,

Away from the stature of Mother Mary,

To be ready to tend her day so busy.

Thus followed was Cecilia,

Whose heart was stricken with dripping love,

With deep yearning, comparable to a burning stove,

The nun moved quickly to enclose the distance,

Catching a glimpse of her idol’s profile, litten,

“My dear Sister, I wish to join you,

For the rise of the new day has lent me the cue”.

Vivian adoringly listened, 

Said, “Let’s make haste and let leisure be not redundant”,

And looked at her Sister with a gaze so kindly,

But the romance was not loverly.

Oak fruits fell from tall trees,

After work, the two had some tea,

As the Sisters engaged in a friendly gossip,

There was a sudden sensation that touched Cecilia’s lips.

A small squeal was heard,

And a burn on the lips was the reason for that outburst,

“My goodness! Cecilia, are you hurt?”

The younger nun put on a brave face,

“It’s fine, dear sister, I’m just not used to the tastes”,

She felt inner turmoils, but her appearance was unfazed.

My, my, that Sister was full of grace,

Her idol was there, so she had to keep the pain at bay,

And her hopeful wishes were granted, as Vivian was amazed,

With a gentle smile, she said at a slow pace,

“My dear Cecilia, I’ve just realized how much you’ve changed as of late,

No longer the rebellious student I knew or a renowned grump,

Cecilia, I’m proud of the refined lady you have become”.

Cecilia has indeed changed after Vivian took her in,

But only because she has gotten the taste of a new sin,

The sin of which Sappho would find much akin, 

It was because Cecilia was smitten,

Baited into this love like a stray kitten,

Despite her mistress was unknowing,

The love Cecilia has for her kept blooming. 

As the two continued their tea time,

Cecilia did her best to keep her passion rimed,

Poor lass, she hoped to confess never,

But to think she’d want to hide her love forever… 

- D. 

Reviews

[DIVYA]

Such a secret love! A forbidden love that could perhaps, never see the light of the day. You chose a very interesting setting for this love which is still taboo even in general society in many parts of the world. A convent would certainly not be very ideal for such love to thrive and yet its in such restricted places that feelings thrive more strongly. I appreciated the message and your reference to Sappho in the poem. I always found her to be a very fascinating and powerful symbol of female empowerment. It's sad that very little of her work remains for us to study today.

[Stu. T.H.]

Thank you for stopping by, author DIVYA, and for commenting kindly on my work!
I hope this may interest you in the future additions to this series as well, they would be formatted in the same manner as this one.

[Stu. T.H.]

Writing sapphic poems gives me temporal happy feelings~